BOY
A.M.P Lyrics

Yeah man, when I get old and shit
When I'm old and reminiscing with my grandkids, I'll tell them about how I was part of this group

With my grandkids and shit
In the future, I'll be spending time with my grandkids

I gonna tell 'em, yo' I was down with them
I'll proudly tell my grandkids about my affiliation with this group

Yo guess what?
Guess what I'm about to tell you

I'm a G boy, standin' in my G boy stance
I am a tough guy standing in a fierce posture

Don't get it fucked up, I'm a grown ass man
Don't misunderstand me, I'm an adult

Same game, nuttin' changed, we gon' do it like we used ta'
We're still playing the same game, and we're going to continue doing it like before

Fo' my niggaz that can relate, Mo. P salute ya'
Shoutout to the people who can identify with this (referring to Mo. P)

Let's tear down the pretty shit
Let's get rid of the superficial things

Build up the nigga shit for our kind of niggaz
Let's create something authentic for our type of people

Dem niggaz that'll slap the shit outta ya', clap the shit outta ya'
The type of people who won't hesitate to physically confront you

Here's to you my nigga, we proud of ya'
We're proud of you

Let's get it goin', there you go, Billy Danze
Let's keep going with the momentum, and shoutout to Billy Danze

Fizzy Wo', good to see you still bangin'
It's great to see that Fizzy Wo is still active

Thou we ain't gon' leave you hangin'
We won't abandon you

I don't know what you've been saggin' on
I'm not sure why you've been down lately

You've been braggin' money on
You've been flaunting your wealth

But time's up, that's fucked up
Your time has run out, which is unfortunate

Nigga get gone, we don't cruise on 'em when we move on 'em
Leave, we won't go easy on you when we make our next move

Keep it rugged, never smooth on 'em
Be rough, never gentle with them

Drop jewels on 'em, grip tools on 'em
Impart wisdom, while also being prepared for violence

And braise everyone of these Y.G.'s
Praise all of the young gangsters

Wannabe Mo. P's, claimin' they O.G.'s
People who aspire to be like Mo. P, but falsely claim to be original gangsters

If ya'll don't get back, you gon' get yo' ass put on chill
Back off, or face the consequences

Get a drawer filled and catch a raw deal
Prepare a coffin, as things will not end well for you

Since money make your world go 'round, that's true
Money is what motivates you

And money make you do the dumb shit that you do
Money is the cause of your foolish behavior

Who want two? The fuck is wrong wit'chu?
Who wants to fight? Do you have a problem?

How could you switch your character
How could you change your personality

And turn your back on your crew?
And betray your group?

Weak niggaz will fall
Weak people will fail

Whack niggaz will fail
Incompetent people will not succeed

Live niggaz prevail
Those who are alive and thriving will succeed

Yes, yes, ya'll
Agreed

I spit that old school shit like Lakim Shabazz
I rap in an old-school style like Lakim Shabazz

This is not a facade, it's the baby boy of Leon and Mrs. Lynette Barnard
This is not fake, I am the real son of Leon and Mrs. Lynette Barnard

My other half, the illest voice of hip-hop today
The other part of me is the greatest voice in hip-hop today

It's the baby boy of Big Frank and Mrs. Hattie May
I'm also the son of Big Frank and Mrs. Hattie May

Okay, you fuckin' with the real motherfuckers
Okay, you're dealing with authentic, hardcore individuals

Okay, live from Capitol Hill motherfucker
Now broadcasting from an important location

Crooklyn Crime town, one seven one eight
In a neighborhood known for criminal activity, 1718

Home of the one eight seven bitch, who want my John Hancock?
The place where serious crimes occur, who wants to sign up for that?

I ain't talkin' no autograph written, fuck a autograph
I'm not talking about a written signature, I don't care about that

I'm handin' out auto ass whuppin'
I'll give you a beating right now

Y'all niggaz know better than to try that ol' bullshit
You should know not to try any foolishness

From Def Jam Vendetta
Like in the video game Def Jam Vendetta

Run on up like [Incomprehensible] got you buff
Approach aggressively, as if you're on steroids

And get fucked the fuck on up, nigga
And suffer the consequences

It's a rude boy awakening
You're about to experience something harsh

M.O.P., Fizzy Yoski Woski, holla at me nigga
Shoutout to M.O.P. and Fizzy Yoski Woski, contact me

Aiyyo, it's William and Womack, y'all talk about throwbacks
It's like the duo William and Womack, people talk about the old days

Me and the homey go back like [Incomprehensible], nigga
Me and my friend have a long history together

Yeah, nigga hold that, you know we gon' promote that
Yeah, remember that, we're going to advertise it

Come back for the hood in the hooptie nigga
Return to the neighborhood in a cheap car

y'all can't control that, you niggaz is so whack
You can't handle us, you're not good enough

Your rugged rap feels like a floozy nigga
Your hard-hitting rap is weak, man

You niggaz need to know that me and the homey run rap
You should know that me and my friend dominate the rap world

You know where the show at, come shoot me nigga
You know where to find me, come confront me

Salute me nigga, salute it's me
Acknowledge and show respect to me

Big Baby Boogie rookie from M.O.P., squeeze
I'm a new, young rapper from M.O.P., ready to perform

What it's gon' be, I'll stomp, you flinch
I'll attack and you'll hesitate

The A.K, aiy, Shareetha Lynch, I'm givin' you a hint
I'll use a powerful weapon and you should take that as a warning

To get it'll take a little sense
You need to be smart to figure this out

I'll come through the illest part of town when I'm bent
I'll go to the most dangerous area while intoxicated

And have no fear, you know she O G
And have no fear, you know she's an original gangster

You and your homies can hold these
You and your friends can handle these (presumably, fists)